Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-01-15

but you won't let them overtake ue'"
ArSp: and ! did not mean they should get In
drtft Of u, but we've driven too slowly.
. Wen turn on to this road aud around home
Ant, Lot, I've just been thinking what il
they should catch US"
awe heard OF their hanging horse thieves
to the nearest tree without judge or jury"
"YouIl look well q hanging. Lot-your
legs are short; but, l vowl l should cut a ter
! rible figure, with my long Limits a dangling.
So if you please, ma belle, touch up the
blessed nag"
aIncase they should hang you. Fan, what
word shall send 70 your. friendsl" ..y"
slang nsi Aud how do you intend to g.
cape. prayg"
"Turn states evidenceT
"LOt."
.Dr: Webb may have my hair to cover
that small bald spot uul the top of his head"
.Haug il, Fani do you know that maj is
going to >oyertake usl Go long, Thunder
bolti"
And Fan hit the fiery horse an unmerciful
| blow with the heavy whip Tbunderbolt did
90 along; Fan and IAlapped our hands and
~hurrah~i, cheering him on. l hadn't the
sliehtest idea what We should do wero We
6v1rtaken,, and Fan wasy reckless she didn't
! care; 30 WE rode on, laughing and singing,
| while every moment our 'puEsuers' gained
on US. So ~. tt-'-
"Hold on there, you internal horse thievesE
shouted they. CLOSE upon us ,.,ri
,"Soitly, friends-don't call hard names"
shouted back Fan, hitting Thunderbolt an
I 0tbaer blow: He renewed his speed, and we
6eartf fresh Swearing behind us" At last the
| end came; the horsemen dashed In front OF
US and took hold Of the horses bead, aud de-
manded. authoritatively, who we were
wouldn't speak; mi Fan, whom nothing
daunted, sang out in a high nasal tone:
%"Oh, don't you remember sweet Alice. Ben
Boltf'-
1t was so ludicrona that ] should have
laughed had I been dying, and this infuriated
orr captors.
."Give an. account Of yourselves. villains.
How did you come by that horseF'
Eve met, twas in a crowd, and I thought
ae would shun me, but he didn't" drawled
out Fam. T.
"Where were you going with this horse
which you have stolen from DR.. Webb, OF
Pepperyilie, sir!"
TO pixie,s land Use bound to travel"
..a.YouIl travel to the county Jail, sir, in q
bury. MI. Smith. out with your papers,"
,"This. world is Ill a f1eeting show" said
Fan, loftily. And the man proceeded to read
his warrant. "+'
"You surrender yourselves prisoners, do
YOUR said the sheriff.
"The old guard dies, it never ~surrenders,"
answered the unsubdned prisoner, chucking
me under the ribs.
One of the men jumped into the carriage
and attempted to scat himself between us on
the seat. We changed the position of our
limbs q little and, he sat down vn the bottom
Of the carriage with a crash.
"Hark from the tombs q doleful sound
screamed his poetical prisoner.
"GIve me the reins, sir" said the man,
Jumping on tho seat and taking them
from me.
"What a curious thing it Is tn suffer and be
stroug." quoth, the mustached Miss llsly.
"A diet OF bread and water will soon bring
you to terms" said the sheriff, savagely.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
meekly replied his prisoner.
"Are you crazy, or are you q foolf" be
Numbered. e,
III l am mad, there's method in my mad
ness"
as your accomplice here deaf and dumb."
@Poor moonstruck lad"
"Where do you expect all your misde-
meanors will land you, you vlllainous fools"
LAND me on tho other side of Jordan"
The man gave it up now, and kept silent
till we reached the Jail. where we were soon
safely deposited. Neither of us would deign
to make any explanation Of our conduct or
appearance, and contented ourselves by ask
ing to see DR.. Webb the moment he arrived.
We marched off to the cell appropriated to US
and sat down, looked at our quarters and at
each others elongated visages, and then gave
the old walls the benefit Of an uproarious peal
of laughter. DR.. Webb and Uncle Tom did
not nrrive till morning: and when they did,
walked into the cell with stern and sulIen
faces, expecting to find two hardened wretches,
as they had been represented to them. They
looked at US a moment; Fan rose and de-
murely folded her arms, and I executed a
pirouette around the cell. Blank amazement
covered their visages at first; but as they be-
came fully convinced of our identity, and the
whole farce of the adventure broke over them,
they relieved themselves by such a loud and
long-continued roar of laughter as the walls
of that old Jail seldom heard. In a few min
utes We were on our road home, Fan and 1
having promised it should lie the last scrape
we would ever get into. But before six
months we both Of us got into q worse scrape
than ever before; that is, we embarked in
matrimony. Fan is my aunt now, and the
doctor is NY
'Stop, Dickl You shant kiss me but once
a day, sir."-New York Sunday Mercury.